Longer than the last one but, still quite short..

Happy Birthday Maddy! Tera username baar baar kho jata hai 😅

Wasn't going to post but this chapter wouldn't let me study peacefully....
Sorry for any grammatical errors :)

~~~SHEHRYAAR's POV~~~

I tapped my foot on the carpeted floor out of nervousness while my phone constantly buzzed in my coat's pocket. Who is this impatient human calling me again and again while I am clearly not in the state of answering any calls? But then again, how would they know that I am in a meeting with one of the top film producer, hoping for him to finance my project?

Great ideas always go down the drain because some producers fail to see the potential in one's script. I hope that after being turned down by three producers, this one will finally see the real value of my story.

"Well mr Asif," mr Patel kept down his glasses and looked at me, "normally I don't take up the projects that have been rejected before."

"But sir-" I tried but, I was silenced by him as he got up from his high end office chair.

"But, I see the emotions and feelings that you are trying to express," he added, "and I am willing to take this chance. I will help you to turn this simple story into this year's best blockbuster!"

I jumped at instant and hugged the life out of the guy in front of me. Yeh story perfect kaise nahi hogi? Akhir uske liye jo likkhi hai..

"But, there is one condition!" Mr Patel dropped the bomb at me, "the shooting must be done at a real hill station and my daughter has suggested New Zealand."

Why that country? No way...

"But sir-"

"No buts mr Asif. New Zealand or no deal," he stated and I gave up. Waise bhi According to the movie's requirements- Auckland main na hi baraf girti hai aur na hi woh hill station hai. Asmaara se milakat hone ke koi chances hi nahi hein..

After some paperwork, I left the office and pulled out my phone. Hussain, my movie's star, should be the first one to know. There were already four missed calls from him. However, before I could dial his number, my phone buzzed again, flashing his name.

"Guess what just happened?" I yelled in excitement, "finally I have got a producer!"

"Oh what! That's amazing!" Hussain exclaimed from the other end. "Yeah! We should celebrate- how about a boys night out?" I suggested and heard a sigh from the other end.

"Sounds great! Exactly what I needed," I heard Hussain say in a low tone.

Did something happen again? Oh yes, he was the one calling me. Zaroor koi baat hai. Fir se jhagra hua hoga! Bachon ki tarhaan ladte hein dono- I swear.

"Actually how about a brother's night out? Have a lot to catch up on," I fixed the program without giving him a chance to speak and hung up. We will go clubbing, and then dine at Taj.

~~~AISHA's POV~~~

"So, what would you like? Chai coffee juice?" I asked as I welcomed Preet inside. She shook her head and reminded me, "no caffeine, remember?"

"Oh ho. Someone's being too careful," I smirked at her, passing her a glass of orange juice and she looked away. It was supposed to be a blush or a smile and not a frown.

"Hey- what happened?" I asked as I took a seat next to her.

And before she could say anything, I knew that she had another fight with Hussain. Since Hussain and Preet's marriage, Preet and I have been pretty close. We have been there for each other in not just happy times but tough times too and the way our friendship has improved over the years, I am proud of us.

"I didn't mean to Aisha. I-" she began to cry.

"Hey relax!" I told her, rubbing her upper arm and she loosened up her stiff muscles.

"Pata nahi kyun har baar-" she paused to take a deep breath and then continued, "I am scared Aisha. Hamaare beech sab khatam ho raha dheere dheere and I don't know what to do."

I was a little surprised by what she had just said. Atif mentioned to me that Hussain thinks the same. He is also scared that everything is slowly coming to an end. No, after facing all the odds- this is not what these two deserve. Hussain and Preet- both love each other dearly- they just fail to see that now. But, that doesn't mean that they can go their separate ways without even trying.

"And did you tell him about the baby?" I asked her and she looked away.

Like seriously woman?! This is something she should have told him three weeks ago- when she first found out.

"I tried telling him when he came home the last time. Uski script ke saath reports rakhi thi and his eyes never fell on it," Preet shrugged it off so casually like it meant nothing at all. "And then he went away for the shoot," she added and then there was complete silence for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"And I am not even sure about this baby anymore," Preet sighed, looking up at me with teary eyes.

"Preet!" I yelled at her out of nowhere. How could she even say something like this?

"Toh main aur Kya Karoo Aisha? Hussain aur mere beech main kuch bhi theek nahi hai," her voice was cracking by now, "aur aise main Yeh bacha-"

"Preet please, Allah sab ko sab kuch nahi dete hein par jo bhi dete hein- sahi waqt aane par dete hein," I took her trembling hand in mine and slowly rubbed the back of it. "Yeh bacha bhi sahi waqt par aaya hai. Isse Allah ne tumhari problems ko door karne ke liye bheja hai."

I told her but, Preet kept staring at the ground. She has no clue how lucky she is to experience this phase in her life. Not everyone is fortunate enough to become a parent but, Allah has blessed her with it. How can she not understand this?

"Sabke naseeb main nahi hota hai maa banna Preet," I told her in my, now, cracking voice.

"Then you tell me- what should I do?"

"Tell Hussain. You don't know how happy this news will make him," I suggested, "This baby will fix everything, trust me."

"And what if it doesn't?" Her questioning gaze didn't seem to go away.

"Every thing happens for a reason, Preet," I sighed and then smirked at her, "aur waise bhi hawa main udh kar toh aya nahi Yeh bacha. Kuch toh theek hua hi ho go na?"

I raised an eyebrow at Preet and saw her cheeks turning red. "Shut up Aisha," Preet looked away blushing and picked up her glass of juice.

"Arrey batao bhi?" I teased her and she started laughing. "Acha mujhe ghar jana hai and dinner prepare Karna hai. I'll tell Hussain everything tonight!" she announced, excited and left in a rush.

"Keep it romantic and just don't take it too far. You are already expecting, Remember?" I yelled as she drove away, giggling.

Dono pagal hein ek dusre ke liye- phir Pata nahi kyun itna ladte hein ki aaj Yeh relationship in dono ko impossible lagta hai?

I just hope that this dinner will fix everything between them.

~~~ASMAARA's POV~~~

It's hard finding things to do around this house since Shabir bhai and Rabia are not here. I spent my day rearranging their study room's book shelves. How much into books they both are- and that too, boring books full of research articles and theses. When I couldn't be bothered with that, I decided to surf through Internet and finally stopped at a Bollywood gossip page. The first news that caught my eyes was too tempting to not read.

"Asif Brothers' Upcoming Bang- THE BUTTERFLY"

I read further and realised that they would be shooting for their movie here, in New Zealand. A part of me was happy for Shehry that he had finally found a financier but, a part of me didn't like the fact that he would be in the same country as me. It is good that no one knows where am so, there is no chance of me meeting any of the DhoomBros or even Preet. Aur waise bhi- Christchurch ki heavy snowfall aur post earthquake damage main shoot karne Wala hai bhi toh Kya?

There is no way Shehry will be visiting this city...

Atleast, I hope so...

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Yes, taking everything back to NZ because I just love this country and its easier for me to describe things :) LOL

Shehry and Asmaara's POVs were not that long but wait until they meet :)
Will have chapters and chapters only for those two! it's only just a start of their story..

The Butterfly! Why that name though? :3

Any chapter name suggestions?

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